.

If you know
that it was not good enough
it's okay.
If you know
that it was your fault
it's okay.
If you know
that you are reaching a new low
it's okay.
It's okay because in the end,
it was you.
It was you
who picked up the pieces of your heart
It was you
who got up from the cold bathroom floor
It was you
who decided to get up this morning
and that is the strongest thing
a person
can do in their
lifetime.

Today marks a very special*  day,
Id ask for a moment of time to  say...

You mean the utmost to  me
I hope after 365 days you've begun to  see
You're the greatest thing in my life that there could  be
Babyboo I love you less than  three!

No one has ever meant as much to me as  you
I am grateful for every little thing you  do
If what they say indeed is  true
Then sweetheart, you and me are stuck like  glue!

I know somedays we feeling like giving  in
When all else fails and our patience is wearing  thin
Just remember that loving you will never be a  sin
After all I was never a man made of  Tin!

This very day is marks the  end
But here's to another year just around the  bend
with gracious words and deepest affection do I  send
To you, the one and only, greatest  girlfriend

You are to me what are moon and  sun
Endless thoughts of you are often why thy head  run
Let us now rejoice and laugh in  fun
Till the day we're wed hub and  ***!

From there comes prosperity and eternal  life
With none other than you as my  wife
Although the road may be full of  strife
We cut through with the sharpest  knife!

So tell me now my  dear
I know our future together grows ever  near
Another lonely night is one we cannot  bear
But I will be here for you always so have no  fear.

I love you,
I love you, you know it,
I love you
*I love you, your baka the poet ♥

I don't know how to write of love,
It's unfamiliar territory,
Like a hand in an oversized glove,
Or a moral with no story.

If I could write about the way
I put all faith in you,
And how you returned that faith to me,
That alone wouldn't do.

I could write about attractiveness-
Of skin as smooth as milk,
Of eyes that heal my sadness,
And a touch as light as silk.

That still doesn't quite do it though,
It doesn't seem enough,
To quote the cannibilistic king-
"This subject is quite tough!"

I could write about the words we share,
When we're together and alone,
Or of holding hands in public,
Or crying on the phone,

Or how we long to hold each other,
Or hear the other's voice,
How just being with each other
Feels like the only choice.

Yes, I could talk all day about the way
Your feelings make me feel
But as fishing-rod designers say;
"It's time to make this reel."

Because real love's not as romantic
As the the love seen on T.V,
Or how it looks in certain books,
And classical poetry.

There's arguements at midnight,
There's anger and despair,
And times when you may feel like
The other doesn't care.

There are times you feel you're talking
And the other doesn't hear,
There's feeling you're not good enough,
Caused by jealousy and fear.

It's giving the other power
To destroy your hopes and dreams,
To tear your heart completely
And sometimes that's how it seems.

No- I don't know how to write of love,
Because the realism shows through,
To quote the cannibal king once more-
"This subject's hard to chew."

So I will not bore you anymore
On things I can't convey
And feelings which I am not sure
You're feeling anyway,

But I'll leave you with some sound advice-
Being in love can be the best,
Or else it turns your heart to ice
(To which many can attest.)

I won't recommend you plunge right in,
Or back off altogether,
But it will not stay as it begins-
Love changes like the weather.